The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 32
"What's so difficult about it? Your disciple has devilish energy in him, so I just need to capture him and blame him for this matter. Tell me, people will believe me as a well-known and upright disciple, or a person with devilish energy in me. And someone who can get close to you."

It may be following the principle that the villain must talk a lot, and the other party talks like beans in a bamboo tube.

Fu Wan wondered, the man's words didn't seem to be false, so why didn't she find that Song Jing had a devilish aura.

However, this paved the way for Song Jing's falling into the devil.

"Who are you?" Fu Wan decided to ask a few more questions.

The man spilled a piece of white powder, and said viciously: "You should save this question and take it to the underworld."

Fu Wan: "..."

Song Jing unsheathed the long sword in his hand, the sword energy swayed into powder, approached the man like a ghost, and broke the man's neck from behind.

Fu Wan still didn't react.

too fast.

The man's Jindan late stage cultivation base, he didn't even have time to defend, and he broke his neck directly.

Song Jing searched around a few times, found the woman, and threw it in front of Fu Wan.

Fu Wan said: "Who are you?"

The woman shivered and said: "I am a disciple of Du Yuwu, senior brother... he just had a bad intention..."

Fu Wan felt that acquiescent perpetrators are also evil.

But everyone is like this.

She thought for a while, and said: "You go, don't have bad intentions again."

The main reason is that she is too weak now, and there is no way to fix her.

Seeing that she didn't care about it anymore, Song Jing looked at the woman on the ground indifferently.Seeing Song Jing twisting his neck just now, the woman looked at him with horror in her eyes.

Song Jing said: "Get lost."

The woman immediately rolled away shaking her legs.

Only then did Song Jing look at her in silence, his eyes were calm and complicated, as if all the fiery emotions had been pushed to the bottom of the lake by him, and all the suffering and unhappiness underneath had been suffocated into his heart.

Fu Wan knows that there is a kind of person who always looks calm and indifferent.

They themselves thought they were calm and indifferent, but when they were sad, they realized that they were used to putting their emotions into their hearts, and they couldn't even express them.

After a long time, I felt bitter and tormented, but I didn't even have the ability to vent.

In the end, it was peaceful despair.

Despair has no sound at all.

She thought for a while, walked over, stood on tiptoe and rubbed the little villain's head, "You are my disciple, no matter whether you are human, immortal or demon."

Song Jing lowered his slender eyelashes, looking at the woman in front of him who was in a mess and full of wounds.

She seemed to have such a gentle and compassionate appearance, no matter whether she was in full bloom or in despair.

He used to think that she just lived in a clean place all the time, but now he realized that maybe she just didn't care about cleanliness or dirtiness.

Song Jing said hoarsely: "Master, I'm not good."

But he was still afraid.

Fu Wan said: "Master is also very bad now, will you despise me?"

Song Jing was silent for a long time, but still said in a low voice: "No, Master has always been very good."

Even though she is down and out now, she is still the cleanest and brightest moonlight, she is still the most powerful, beautiful and noble Song Wu.

Fu Wan smiled and said: "You have always been good. Everything in this world is divided into intelligence and stupidity, as well as strength. But everyone is unique, and everyone is the best version of themselves." She thought After thinking about it, I felt that what I said was too official, so I continued to add: "Ah Jing, you are my disciple, and in my eyes, you are a very, very outstanding, very, very special one."

Song Jing's eyes were a little dazed, and then his eyes began to light up.

"I said you're fine, but I think you're fine."

Song Jing looked at her silently, the light in his eyes still dimmed, "Master, I..."

He didn't continue talking, but turned around and sat aside with his sword in his arms.

How can he be well?He carried a dirty devilish aura, his mind was twisted and vicious, despicable and selfish.She was so good...so good that he wanted to pull her off the altar and sleep together in the darkest place.

Fu Wan: "..."

Just, there are so many unhappy people in this world.

She was bruised all over and felt extremely tired, so she found a tree trunk, Fu Wan set up a formation around it, and started to catch up on sleep.

Fu Wan felt very cold, very cold.

She knew she was asleep, but she couldn't wake up, she was very cold all over.

Song Jing was startled by the woman's babbling, he didn't dare to look directly at the overly peaceful and clean master, so he silently held the sword in the corner, with a bunch of messy thoughts in his head.

Hearing Fu Wan's voice, he hurriedly checked.

It turns out she was poisoned.

She was bitten by a spider, but she didn't even utter a sound.

Song Jing felt a little distressed, and was about to help her suppress the poison, when Fu Wan murmured coldly and unconsciously rubbed against him.

The young girl's expression was always peaceful and cold, but now her jet-black hair set off a face so white that it was almost transparent, as fragile as a ceramic doll.Song Jing slowly stretched out his hand, put his hand on her eyelashes, looked at half of her white face, and slowly approached her.

His forehead was pressed against Song Wu's, and his breath was filled with the cold fragrance of her body.

Fu Wan shivered, curled up subconsciously, felt the warmth between the foreheads, and subconsciously pushed forward a few inches, so that the tip of their noses touched.

Song Jing backed away abruptly, as if he had accidentally posted her.

Two steps away, he looked down at the trembling girl on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Master?"

Fu Wan, who was in a coma, naturally couldn't hear it.

He pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then slowly approached her, took off his coat, and wrapped Song Wu tightly.

But Fu Wan was still very cold, very cold.

Her face became paler, and after a short while, her lips also turned light blue, a thin flake of frost condensed on her eyelashes, and her fingers were also frozen into a black-blue color, covered with a thin layer of ice.

Fu Wan's shaking became more and more serious.

Song Jing hesitated for a while, but still bent down and hugged Fu Wan, holding him tightly in his arms.

The coldness from the girl's body spread, and he lowered his eyes, looking at the girl's white and fragile sleeping face without blinking.

I don't know how long it took for the cold poison on Fu Wan's body to finish.

As soon as she woke up, she felt the warmth around her.Perhaps it was because of the heat poison on his body, his body temperature was much higher than that of ordinary people, Fu Wan's warm temperature was actually very comfortable.

As soon as Song Jing noticed that Fu Wan had woken up, his body froze—in fact, his body was already a little stiff, but when he noticed the movement of her waking up, he froze very obviously.

Song Jing slowly let go of his hand, and said in a low voice: "Master said it was cold..."

He had a pair of dark and deep eyes, and his eyes fell on a strand of Fu Lu's hair in the palm of his hand.

Although Fu Wan passed out, he also knew that he was very cold at that time, so he said, "Thank you."

She could feel that she had fainted for a long time, so he kept this action for so long.Fu Wan's heart felt warm, so he bent his eyes and smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, "Ah Jing is so kind."

Song Jing's Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if some emotion was suppressed by him.

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